And here is me again, when I was slightly older but probably not yet able to chew my own steak.
A back yard somewhere, probably at my Chinese Grandfather, Charlie Wong’s house on Pacific Avenue in Winnipeg. We stayed there a couple times when I was very young. Looks like I’m playing ball, probably with my father, Harold….. and he has just kicked dirt into my face.
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I believe this is where you set the garbage can in the stairwell on fire!!🤯